The high-strung atmosphere in the room dissolved into nervous, tense chatter as soon as Phoenix stopped talking. Jay scooted over to second chair to let her take her place as concertmaster.

"Can't have been-"
"Maybe it was-"
"I haven't seen-"
"But I was sure-"
"It was definitely-"

Great, now they were accusing each other.

"What happened?" demanded Jay. "Who died? What else do you know?"
"I don't know," replied Phoenix tersely. "All they said was that someone was found dead with no possible way they could've died except for someone killing them, and that a student was seen fleeing the scene, but there weren't enough witnesses to say for certain who it was. They didn't say who died, or how they died, but I'll bet it will be out by the end of the week."

It felt like the air in the room had gone from pleasantly warm to icy. Jay shivered. The conductor was on the phone, speaking quietly and urgently. It was very possible that the murderer could be in the class, right now, and judging by the looks other students were giving each other, the others had to come to that conclusion as well.

Reuvan tapped his foot impatiently. Okay I've been here for maybe 7 minutes now. Thats fine. Thats nothing, He thought.

His eyes wander over the contents of thr room aimlessly. Maybe he should just leave. Ugh but to be harassed by the instructor again...

Reuvan got up and shuffled his way over to a corner with a rickety looking wood shelf. There were some award plaques and other niceties displayed proudly with the cobwebs. Unlike the instruments these looked like they hadn't been touched in awhile. He gingerly picked one up and brushed it off, some foreign name coming to view and him setting it back on the shelf, reaching for the next.

CRICK

******.

CRICKKK! CRASH!

Jay heard a loud crash coming from the room where the school instruments were kept. Uh-oh. That couldn't be good. Maybe the instruments had fallen down? That would cost quite a bit if any of them broke. These instruments were top-notch. Well, maybe a little bit more top-notch than most schools. Wait, hadn't he seen that other Avian boy go in just now? He stood up, walked across the room, dodging instruments and stands, and opened the door. "What are you doing?"

I cringed inwardly as I heard someone ask me what I was doing.

"This day sucks." I said instead of answering their question, I didn't even look to see who it was. I sat up, crossing my legs and began plucking plaques, little trinkets and figurines from the pile of stuff that fell on me. Luckily it seemed that the the shelf was far enough away from all the fancy instruments that it didn't hurt anything. Just kicked up some old dust.

The 'shelf' itself had twisted and ripped off about half of itself from the wall. "Bad nail" I said huffily turning to address the person in the room with me.

"Can I leave now? I honestly don't belong here." I said, hoping I looked as tired as I felt.

Jay tilted his head to the side like a bird. "I mean, uh, you'll have to file a schedule change with the front desk, so don't ask me," he said, kneeling to pick up several orchestra trophies and plaques and setting them carefully back on the shelf.

"Akio should be able to fix this," he muttered to himself. "And probably upgrade it with rocket launchers and stuff." He wondered what Akio was doing right now, had he heard about the murder yet? What if he had been murdered?

"******," Jay grumbled under his breath as he accidentally knocked a heavy-looking trophy off the shelf, where it hit the floor with a loud thud. He kicked it across the room in frustration, then yelped in pain and stood on one foot.

[rocket launchers xD]

I watched him kick a particularly ancient trophy and promptly cry about his foot. I went back to placing trophies back on what was left of the shelf.

" Somebody worked really hard to get that along time ago you know." I said motioning toward the Trophy while bending down to pick it up.

Xavier Archna

I smoothed my already filthy robe over the name to clean it off and set it back on the shelf carefully. Honestly if were up to me I would have placed all these on the piano bench until the shelf got fixed.

"Says the person who knocked them all down," grumbled Jay, limping over to pick up another trophy. This one read Atsuko-Akira Akashi. Phoenix's best friend. She was in the other class. He set Akko's trophy, the last one, on the shelf and decided not to tell Phoenix about it.

"...I was trying to clean them." he said huffily, placing the last one the very top shelf and dusting off his robes.

Great, he was going to look like someone used him as a feather duster for the whole rest of the day. Reuvan stepped back from the shelf carefully. "I wonder why these are all back here getting gnawed on by rats. They should have given them to their owners, or atleast displayed them in the halls." he said, picking dust bunnies from his scarf.

Jay shrugged and dusted himself off. "No one really cares about orchestra as much. If you win a trophy or something, you can choose to keep it, but everyone either forgets or doesn't want to. So they all get stuffed here."
He opened the door and found the class still talking about the murder and the conductor now writing things down on the back of the sheet music. "Wonderful. We're not even going to be able to practice today."

Reuvan sighed. Great now the other students would be angry at him for using up all their time. He followed the other boy out the door and he swore the temperature dropped 2 degrees. Wait the light. He shut off the light and closed the door with a soft click.

The students were all panicked looking and the instructor was frantically scribbling on a piece of paper."Wait whats going on here?"